#may she rest in peace 🥀

[kenneth-williams-diaries]

Kenneth Williams and Ingrid Bergman at a press reception in London on the occasion of their upcoming stage play of George Bernard Shaw's "Captain Brassbound's Conversion" on 5 January 1971

24 February 1971

Ingrid is still doing some lines well and some lines badly ... it is because the lack of stage technique makes her her unable to sustain moments or comedy effects ... Nevertheless, I adore this woman and will forgive everything from someone who has her sweetness, radiance and generosity of spirit and who packs the theatre as she does. It is really marvellous to play to such houses.

11 June 1971

[...] I should think Bergman is the best person I've ever met who is an international star. I said to her in the wings 'You are being splendid tonight' & she said 'Yes, I'm in good voice too.' I said 'Yes, but the entrance was superb! So grand, so composed ... utterly serene' and she replied 'Well you know about actors - you can't just switch it on - some nights it all just goes right ...' It is true.

30 August 1982

[...] Went in to see her (Louisa, KW's mother) for meal at 5.30 and she told me 'Poor Ingrid Bergman is dead' and there was an item about her on the TV news, and a shot of her talking about Casablanca. She looked very altered from the '71 days when I worked with her. She died of cancer. [...]

1 September 1982

We saw the television tribute to Ingrid Bergman. It was staggering to see clips of her early films when she looked so radiantly beautiful, and then the later shots of her (during the illness) when the face aged so rapidly. The interviewer asked her 'Were you frightened when you found out you'd got cancer?' and for a tiny moment Ingrid's patience broke. 'Of course ... wouldn't you be frightened if you found that out about yourself?' Then the smile was resumed. I remember that dinner with her at the Garden in '71. I wrote in that diary how I'd said at the end of the evening 'You're the best person I've ever worked with' & she replied 'Oh my dear! There will be lots of others ...' There were not.

The Kenneth Williams Diaries

In memoriam INGRID BERGMAN ✨️

* 29 August 1915

✝︎ 29 August 1982

"You don't realise how much warmth, delight and love you bring into a room with you ..."

[ellieslittleburrow]

What it's like being Jack Reacher's girlfriend.

Pairings : Reacher x girlfriend!reader

Warnings : none

Jack Reacher-the man you've been traveling with for a while-also dating and umm..you know, jumping whenever you get the chance. He's not an easy man to be around, neither is he too high maintenance. And he's a lot of things, one of them being annoyingly vigilant.

His face is so peaceful when he's sleeping. Although the scars etched across his skin tell all the horrific things, his eyes tell so much more, always blank and never serene. His ability to remain emotionless and seemingly calm always gets to you but- there's not much to do in those moments, other than live with i-

"Will you quit staring at me while i'm sleeping?"

His hoarse and sleepy voice snatches you from your thoughts and you find yourself biting your lip in irritation-This man-

"Would you-shut up?" You retort and lean in to place a tiny a kiss on his lips.

There's the outside Reacher and the Reacher only YOU know.

The more time you spend with him, the more he softens around you and the more demeanor changes. You'd watch him as he walks over to you from time to time, relaxing as the distance between you closes. A slow kiss to his cheek and all of a sudden, his eyebrows rest and his shoulders almost unnoticibly slouch. And he is no longer the cognizant warrior he forces himself to be.

There's also the Reacher who only speaks through actions!

"What's this?" You inspect the box, a thrill running through you when you realize what was inside, a mobile game controller. "Reacher-where'd you get this?" You ask him, cocking your head to the side when another question pops into your head. "Do you even know what this is?" You squint your eyes at him and he just rolls his eyes.

"I know that would help you!? Plus-It'll keep you intertained while we're travelling. You're stupidly addicted to those games of yours."

A smile tugs at your lips and you watch him from afar, the man who'd never had it in him to be emotional. But there he is, doing just that-drowning in emotions to the point where he'd shyly need avert his eyes and look away.

You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his waist. He doesn't stop tidying up the bed but you wouldn't want to embarrass him anyway. "Thank you.."

And finally, the sassy Reacher

"I remember the way she looked at us-i've never seen someone more horrified in my life."

Laughter pierces the room but- what's making YOU smile is that rare sight of the man's teeth. He's being normal-he's laughing.

"What?"

You supress a smirk. "Nothing.." You teasingly shrug. "It's just that-I didn't know you even knew how to smile."

You tease him and he nodds. "Oh you're lacking the sight of smiles? You wanna see a smile? You wanna see some teeth?"

Reacher hovers around you and you-you're not sure what to expect, suspense kills you when he stops behind you. His hands playfully trail down your body, causing a warm sensation to tickle at your lower stomach-until he stops at your waist and suddenly, your body is bouncing on the bed and your feet are locked in place.

"REACHER NO-"

You beg him when the realization hits you but he's already be-begun as his fingers dance at the soles of your feet, you jerk and squeal.

"You wanted a smile-ooh-There's a smile-well-here it is-oh look at that-"

"Jack-J-Jack-Please-Stoop" You gasp between your fits and when he finally let you of you, you collapse onto the bed and your roll your body away from him. "Oh my god-fuck you-that was-" you're wheezing and he's smiling-and despite the abdominal pain, you can't help but smile as well.

Reacher may never say the words but his actions are clear enough. And for now, that's all you need.

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@nerdynarrator28

I had to force myself to post it ahahaha but its here ❤️❤️❤️🥀🥀🥀

[shadow-riley]

COD~ enjoy 🥀♡✧˖° PT.1

(my own little series of poems that I WROTE that i associate with COD men x user !!) DO NOT COPY! if you use my work or even part of it you MUST give credit!

Simon riley x f!reader (not my images, credit to pinterest)

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He rested his head in her lap;

She held his body in hers.

Her warm embrace guarded him, 

Daunting the 

Demons

That haunted his head.

His temperate form tranquilized her,

Terrorizing the

Monsters

That pursued her surroundings.

Her fears may be external 

And his Internal

But the peace, 

The silence, 

The calming of the mind

Is all the same.

Oh, the extravagant, 

Fragile

Thing love is;

Oh, the beautiful, 

Rare

Thing they have.

~K.L.

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[whorecerer-2]

About

Got got by tumblr & starting fresh. Not going to share any of my nudes anymore, yes I also deleted my reddit account and paid content, may they rest in peace 🥀. However I love hornyposting and interacting with beloved mutuals. On a queue sometimes.

Kinks include: switchy stuff, submissive stuff, bondage, cnc, breeding, petplay, hypno/mc, degradation, objectification

If you see my old content, please don't reblog it, thank you.

32 | she/her | bi | unavailable

[starsomens]

Do you have anything written somewhere that can help me sleep? Haha 👀

Im sorry i need my bedtime story (no pressure, ly)

-🥀

Okay uh…..righting the first thing that comes to mind

Hmmmmmmm this may be more fluff than the last smut ! Hopefully this is up to par 🥹

“….then Nick said I ain’t doing that shit again” you both let out a hearty laugh as you both walk down the side walk. At times you both likes to take a lil night stroll. Talk everything out, have a laugh, take some pictures and just enjoy the silence of each other company.

“I love when we just have our little talks” he smiles bringing your into his side as your both stumble on the concrete.

“Yeah me too, it’s so peaceful and just…I don’t know gives me a sense of calm, with you of course. His phone dings, and he looks at the screen and his eyes widen

“Everything okay Noah?” You ask as you make the turn on your street.

“Yeah just fine, Nick just finished something I ask help for” he said purring his phone into his pocket. You walk up your driveway and to your door. As Noah unlocks the door, he takes the keys out and he stops before opening the door. He looks at you and doesn’t say anything at first.

“Non what’s going on?” You ask him knowing something was up.

“Nothing I swear…I just….im so glad we’ve been togehther this long..you know?” He smiled at you gently and playfully punched your jaw “come on I got something inside for you” he motioned for you to open the door. You still didn’t get what he was getting at but you opened up the door slowly and look down the entryway.

A trail of ross petals, and some candles lead you through the house. You jaw fell open, completely taken away and you had no words. You look back at him and he motions with his hand to follow them. You slowly step over the petals and look around at the house. Your pictures were set up from the start of your relationship to where you were currently. Your heart was racing out of your chest, your eyes were brimming with tears. Noah walking behind you with a smile on his face watching your reaction.

The trail finally leads to the back door where a sign was stood up with the one question many people wait to hear

Will you Marry me?

You just couldn’t believe it. You were panting without even realizing. You turn around looking for your boyfriend, who stood much closer to you. His smile and eyes were soft and warm in the light of the candles.

His hands trace down from your shoulders to your hands. He gives them a squeeze and rests his forehead on yours.

Instead of just talking he whispers

“Y/N….you’re everything I could want and ask for in my future. I don’t need 100 people to see me do this…I just need you to remember this for 100 years. I love you, more than I could say to you in words. I want to wake up to you everyday, make songs about you, sing to you, dance with you and love you.” You sniff at his words feeling your heart clench at his emotional expression “baby….princess. Y/N? Marry me?” He asked looking deeply into your eyes. You couldn’t form words knowing they would come out jumbled. You nod your head and let the tears fall freely. His arms finally wrap around your and lift you off the ground, lifting you off the ground. His hands cup your face and he deeply kisses you. Taking your breath away once again. Your head was completely in the clouds you nearly missed the audience you had.

Behind him came claps and cheers came out from the darkness. The rest of the guys had helped to set things up while you went on your walk. (You really owed them for this one) Bryan had his camera capturing the intimate moment. Jolly had lit the candles with folio, and Nick laid out the petals and pictures.

“She said yes didn’t she?” Folio asked

“Yeah she did” Noah answers hold you close to his body

“Well, we spent all that time picking ring, put it on her!” Jolly laughed. He reaches into his pocket and turns to you again. Giving him your hand he slips on your now engagement ring, making it absolutely official.

“Guys, thank you again, I really appreciate it” he thanked his friends for helping with the arrangement

“You know we got you, but it does mean we want some good dinner too” Nick chimes in making everyone giggle

“Hey it’s no problem. Dinner on me, we’ve got something to celebrate” he kisses the crown of your head, knowing soon you’d be Mrs.Sebastian

[fatuismooches]

Hello!!

Idea from 🥀 anon about Pantalone having nightmares is such a yes. I think some of harbingers are prone ot nightmares. They try not to disturb you when this happens, but you wake up anyway and a lot of comfort awaits

Such as Pierro. You can't convince me he doesn't get nightmares about his homeland's downfall. Everyone and everything, lost in a mere second. It took him so long to open his soul for you.. So he's scared he'll lose you as well

Or Signora. She already lost one lover, of course he's scared of losing another. Including situation, where he loses control of her pyro magic and hurts you :(

Scaramouche, as much he doesn't want to admit it, is scared you'll leave him. That you'll be the next person to betray him.

Dottore can be among them too, if we're taking about fragile!reader. He'll never ever admit this, but he occasionally wakes up (when he actually sleeps, because this happens once in a blue moon) in cold sweat, dreaming about you dying and immediately checks your vitals. If reader is in coma, he sleeps even less, looking for ways to save you, but when exhaustion finally gets to him - Dottore dreams about you never waking up, your body slowly withering and how with each passing second the chance of saving you slowly drops to zero

But of course you're always here to reassure and calm down your lover♥️

-👾

(I'm not sure when this one will get answered, but anyway - good luck to all Neuvillette and Hu Tao wanters!! May you win all of your 50/50s!!💘)

Real, i think all of the Harbingers have nightmares to some extent!! Just some more than others 💔 Pierro is a yes. Besides the amount of work he has to do, another reason why he skips out on sleep is because of the nightmares. He sees no point in trying to sleep since he'll always end up waking up soon from the nightmares anyway. Rarely does he get restful sleep, but it's a bit better when you're in his arms. Yes, a bit better, though he's still prone to them. Pierro still thinks back to the peaceful days in Khaenri'ah, before everything was lost, his beloved homeland, his people, his memories. He still hasn't gotten over it, and now there's the added worry of something happening to you as well... it's a lot for him to deal with but he never shows you and only becomes vulnerable in the middle of the night when you finally catch him sneaking out of bed. Pierro probably won't be verbal about it but you can still guess what he dreamt about... Of course, the best thing you can do is hold him and whisper how you're here, how you'll always be here, you love him and you know that he won't let anything happen to you anyway.

Signora's confident nature never seems to reveal any weakness. She always holds herself to the highest standards and refuses to show any vulnerability. So while she doesn't frequently have nightmares, when they do come around, they hit hard and really make her sit and think. It's been a long time since Rostam's death, and she's mostly moved on... but that only leaves Rosalyne with another issue. Losing you. The nightmares have never been this bad until she got together with you. She's made an oath to protect you, to keep you away from harm unlike her previous lover, but what if she can't? Even worse, what if she ends up being your demise? She couldn't bear that. When you happen to wake up during the night after her nightmare, she gently chides you to go back to sleep. Of course, you comfort her in this rare vulnerable moment and whisper sweet nothings and reassuring words in her ear. The next day, she acts like nothing happened but she greatly appreciates your love.

It's quite laughable to think that a puppet could dream. Every time Scaramouche has a dream, he wakes up in tears and then grits his teeth as he digs his nails into his skin, a mixture of sobs and mad laughter. His dreams always start off happy. Peaceful. A reminder of good times. But they always end horribly. They always end with reality. Reality was pain. Suffering. Betrayal, from everyone he's ever cared about. His mother and his friends. And now you have been added to that collection. Betraying him, leaving him all alone in the end. The possibility can't seem to leave him alone. Though, it's not too big of a problem since he is a puppet. Puppets don't need sleep. But sometimes he falls asleep accidentally without realizing it, or when you usher him to bed with you, pleading and begging to the point where he can't refuse. It's really jarring to see him cry because you know how he usually is, but overtime you get used to it because you know how hurt he was in the past. In the beginning, he'll snap at you to leave him alone but some persistence will allow him to soften and cling to you as you hold him and stroke him gently until he falls asleep again.

Despite his sins, the only nightmares Dottore has ever had were either about his childhood or you, mostly the latter recently with your current state. He's modified his body to the point where he doesn't need as much sleep as the average person, but he still does need some, much to his dismay. As much as he tries to fight it, he does end up crashing for a bit. Sometimes it goes fine. Sometimes it does not. He dreams that you will never wake up. Another century will go by, and another, and another, and nothing ever happens. He continues to change, and change, yet you remain stagnant. No matter how hard he tries, nothing works. You disappear. And he never speaks to you again, never hears your smile or laugh, never feels your touch, never again. These dreams, they are so irrational he thinks. They are nothing more than a figment of his imagination. They aren't real, and reality is the basis of everything. So there's no reason why he should be so worked up over a dream, he thinks as his body is already moving to where you lie. He places your cold, unmoving hand on his cheek, only wishing you were actually here to comfort him like during the Akademiya days.

[elithilanor]

A Healer’s Touch, An Herbalist’s Kindness P1

Concept: See above

Request for: @sotwk​ This one is a bit more from Haldir’s perspective than OFC and honestly I found it a little more difficult to write, so I hope this is to your liking! I decided to split this up into sections just because a) it was getting long and b) really different vibes were going on between the initial meetings and the later visits/excuses to see each other. So here’s the initial meeting! This one’s a little angsty, but it’s mostly up from here, promise!

We’re probably looking at another 3-5 parts depending on flow. So strap in for the ride lol. Yes, there’s also definitely a writing shift because I was testing new styles, but decided it has its time and place. Hope you don’t mind!

Tags: way pre-relationship Haldir x OFC (healer/herbalist and future wife); emotional hurt/comfort; emotional whump! Haldir poor guy, he’s really going through it it’s been a rough season for the wardens out there!; angst

TWs: injury and light blood descriptions; anxiety and panic attacks; some situational self-loathing

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“Círan, you cannot be serious!” Haldir exclaims as he struggles against the other elf’s hold preventing him from marching back into surgery.

“You would leave my brother in the hands of an apprentice with this?” His voice is tight in outrage.

“Chief Marchwarden!” Círan snaps. “She may be recent to us here in The Golden Wood, but not to her skills. Chief Marchwarden,” their voice then softens, “Haldir, please. Rúmil is in good hands with her. She recognized the symptoms as soon as the rider came and has been preparing the whole hours since. Please, let us work.”

Haldir bites his tongue as he watches the unknown elleth briskly cut open the dressing he’d wrapped himself around the jagged wound on his brother’s chest and side and begin flushing it with an alternating mix of clean water and a pungent brew of dark herbs, only some of which he recognized. He can just see her tilt his brother’s head back and produce a vial before the doors swing shut, cutting off his field of vision. 

Haldir takes a shaky breath then reluctantly nods before forcing himself to step back and off to the side. He clenches his jaw and sits in the chair provided by Círan before the healer goes back to assisting with the work ahead.

Haldir, The Lady’s voice sounds clear in his head, startling him from his worry. Celeborn tells me the patrols have destroyed the orc holdout responsible and are bringing in the poisoned blades to the healers for inspection. Expect them within the hour. I have already let Nestál know, as well. How is Rúmil fairing?

Haldir closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before responding, willing away some of the adrenaline and underlying panic in his system.

No worse than before we set off, my Lady. The new healer apparently has seen something similar before and she’s taken the lead in his healing. He says, a touch sardonically.

Ah, slight amusement and warmth filters through their óswanë link. Yes, I imagine she has. She pauses before adding.

Haldir, rest. Let the healers take care of Rúmil. Orophin is on his way in from the Northwest outpost, as well. You take care of our people well, let them help you. Take this time to be with your brothers, we’ll hold steady until your return.

Haldir flounders for what to say and his hands clutch at his own over cloak now torn in three separate places and soaked through with his brother’s blood. He wants to argue but knows he can’t. There is nothing for him to argue against.

Of course, my Lady. Thank you.

Be at peace, Chief Marchwarden. Today has been a dark day, but all will be well. She soothes before withdrawing from his mind.

Haldir sighs and begins to compile a list of all the reports he’d need to complete and patrol routes they’d need to revise. He rubs his temples and settles in the chair for the long vigil he knew he’d have ahead of him.

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“Marchwarden?” A soft voice breaks into his thoughts over which paths they could secret into the mountain sides above Moria. 

Haldir jolts back into awareness as the elleth caring for Rúmil steps into his line of sight, worry flooding his system. He goes to stand but she waves her hand at at him.

“Is he-?”

She smiles softly, her eyes tired. “As long as your brother makes it through the night - and there’s every indication that he will, just a precaution - then he’ll be fine. It will be a delayed healing process due to the venom, but we all are certain he’ll make a full recovery.”

The relief Haldir feels makes him weak in the knees and in hindsight, he’s incredibly glad that she let him stay seated. He now feels guilty in more ways than one, too. He clears his throat.

“Círan says you’ve encountered this before?”

“Ah, yes.” She looks grim. “Spider venom.”

Haldir blinks in shock, wondering if the new but not-new-to-them apprentice realized how ridiculous she sounded. “You must be mistaken. The Children of Ungoliant are not here in such a way; they’re regional to Mirkwood.”

“Yes, Marchwarden, I’m aware.” She bites out then releases a breath, running a hand through her tresses, messing the already loose braid down her back. “I did my herbalism and first aid training in Imladris, but my mother is from the Greenwood.” Haldir raises an eyebrow at the emphasis feeling as if he would smirk at her if he had the energy left in him.

“I’ve spent much of my life there assisting their healers with the reactions to venom. Its fortunate I’ve learned to always carry vials of antivenin on me or else we’d have to dispatch riders to Lord Thranduil for supply and it likely would be too late for your brother.”

Haldir feels a shiver run up his spine, wiping away his slight amusement.

“You must understand that just because you have no spiders means little. Orcs join forces with them and can coat their blades in the poison; it’s very common in the Greenwood and surrounding areas such as Dale. I’m just surprised. I’ve never heard of the practice extending past the forest’s borders. Nonetheless, Nestal is informing Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel while Círan and I monitor Rúmil. I’ve already made contact with Lord Thranduil to inform him and request additional antivenin be sourced and sent here to Lórien and to Imladris lest they head that way, as well. Orc sightings have been also steadily increasing along the road paths, as I’m sure we’re all aware.”

“Sauron.” Haldir curses. “It seems everyday his range increases and the grief he brings to all lands intermingles with the love already there to be found.”

A smile touches her lips briefly, “Yes, the bastard.” Haldir startles at her bluntness and stares at her.

“Ah, apologies. We have a tendency to be more informal in the healing halls.” The ellyth clears her throat and gestures towards the recovery wing. “I’ve set up a cot near Rúmil for you along with a stand and a couple other things you may need for the evening. Given the availability at the moment, I’ve also set up another space for hm. I believe Lady Galadriel said you had another brother?” She questioned and moved closer to the door, indicating him to follow her.

“Yes, our younger brother Orophin.” Haldir responds, gathering his things.

“Will he be needing medical treatment, as well? I can alert Círan and Nestál.”

“No,” Haldir replies as he stands and moves towards her. “He’s been at post in Nanduhirion.”

She nods at his answer, but looks as if she was parsing out a riddle in her mind’s eye.

“Near the Doors of Moria in the Northwest. Rúmil and I were attacked near the main borders above Cerin Amroth closer to the Northeast.” Haldir says, a touch impatiently, as they move into the next room.

She mutters something from behind him, but Haldir doesn’t hear her as clearly as his training should have him. Instead, he stares at his brother’s form lying prone in a healer’s bed, chest rewound in fresh bandages and a thick, acrid poultice the color of decaying moss and leaves laid over-top every inch. Rúmil was paler than perhaps his first several months out of their mother’s womb and despite his sleeping state for the last several hours, his eyes were sunken in his face and ringed in darkness. Almost as if Rúmil had already met the Death the healers had been trying to prevent.

“-warden. Haldir!” A voice gets louder in his ringing ears and a hand tightens on his arm. He looks down at the short ellyth standing concernedly at his side. He towers over her, he realizes. She’s on the shorter side for an elf. He wonders if she has any Mannish blood in her line.

“Haldir.” She says again. He’s unsure if he hears her as much as sees her lips form his name. She smiles a little as she catches his eye, but the crease between her eyebrows gives her worry away. “Can you understand what I’m saying?”

It takes him a moment but he nods.

“Your brother is doing very well given the situation and with no complications, should pull through just fine. He just needs rest and treatment every few hours. Nod again if you understand me.” He nods. Despite his initial annoyance with her presence, her voice is incredibly soothing to listen to. Something about her is soothing to him. Perhaps her healer’s training.

“Haldir, breathe. In. Out. Can you do that for me?” He forces a stuttering and shallow breath into his lungs.

“Good,” she soothes, “again.” He feels warm at the nape of his neck and repeats the action at her guidance. His sight clears at the edges, bringing him back into awareness with his body. He hadn’t realized how out of focus he was or how close he was to loosing consciousness.

He hadn’t realized a lot of things today. Some Marchwarden he was. Some brother he was, Haldir thought bitterly, tightness rising in his chest again. 

He feels a slight pressure and absentmindedly looks down at the hand on his arm pulling him towards his brother. The ellyth gently guides him to sit on the made cot next to Rúmil‘s and sets his things down on a stool nearby before pouring an already steeped, hot cup of tisane from a full-brewed pot.

She presses the mug of tisane into his hands and Haldir clutches it as if were a lifeline she had thrown out into his drowning hand in the fast-moving waters of the Celebrant instead.

“Drink, Marchwarden. It will help, I promise.” She says gently and he’s suddenly reminded of what she said earlier: I’ve set up a cot near Rúmil for you along with a stand and a couple other things you may need for the evening.

He looks around the space as he sips on the tea provided, scalding his tongue in the process. Tea; mugs; a heated water pitcher, basin, and rags; his bag; pillows and a cot with warm linens made for the cool nights; a reading candle and his brother’s condition report nearby if he wishes to update himself on Rúmil’s progress; and a small platter of fruits, cheeses, bread, and a jar of honey.

A couple of other things, Haldir thinks incredulously. This ellyth had gone far beyond any duties in providing for a family member of an injured patient, Chief Marchwarden or not. Especially one who had been treating her and her healing skills as callously as he had been thus far.

“Marchwarden?” She asks, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Chief Marchwarden of the Northern Boundary.” Haldir can’t help but snap back out of instinct. He immediately regrets his words and goes to apologize, but finds his ability with words too, have finally escaped him.

It’s been a gruesome day and a longer month and an even more grueling several years. He’s not sure he could say the words he wants to express even if he could think of them in the first place.

“Well, then, Chief Marchwarden of the Northern Boundary.” The ellyth states sharply, then pauses and eventually sighs.

Somehow, she still sounds kind when she begins again, “I’ll be back in a couple of hours to check on your brother’s progress and change his bandages. Círan will do hourly rounds until then. In the meantime, I suggest you get some rest. It will be a long night.”

She’s quiet for a moment before she shakes her head slightly and smiles tightly at him then speaks as she runs her eyes over Rúmil. “Please alert us if there’s any serious changes with your brother. Goodnight.”

The ellyth briskly walks out the back set of doors in the room, deeper into the healing halls.

Haldir sighs and sets his empty mug down, rubbing his hands harshly over his face before laying down and staring at the panels in the ceiling.

Just another tally against himself today, Haldir thinks. He can’t even gather himself to be civil with the elf tasked with more than adequately saving his brother’s life after he couldn’t do it himself.

He’s tired, he realizes. A deep, bone-aching tired that lends itself to tides pulling him out to sea.

In the morning, he’ll see what he can do to mend his transgressions from today, he thinks, brain slower to map out possible plans of action than normally.

His yawn cracks his jaw and his eyelids begin to droop of their own accord.

The tisane, he belatedly registers. Made of valerian root, lavender, and rose hips.

Haldir snorts and grins as he begins to drift to sleep. Clever minx.

[crushondonald]

"Someone had to be the first - and why not me?!"

GRACE BUMBRY - American opera singer

4 January 1937 - 7 May 2023

Mezzo-soprano Grace Bumbry was known for her fiery passion and dramatic performances on the stage. With a career spanning over 60 years, she was part of the pioneering generation of Black opera singers that followed Marian Anderson, paving the road for later classical musicians and opera singers. With her mastery of the bel canto technique, Bumbry is one of the more successful singers who made the difficult transition from mezzo-soprano to high soprano. She performed at such opera houses at Royal Opera House, La Scala, Met Opera, Basel Opera, and Philadelphia Lyric Opera Company among many others. - LA Opera org

Grace Bumbry as Venus in Richard Wagner's "Tannhäuser" at the 1961 Bayreuth Festival, at age 24, the first black singer to appear there, which earned her the nickname "Black Venus". And she caused a sensation: while conservative opera-goers were outraged at the idea, Bumbry's performance was so moving that by the end of the opera she had won the audience over and they applauded for 30 minutes, necessitating 42 curtain calls. ✨️

... may she rest in peace 🥀

[mamabearwonders]

(L to R)

Rebecca Stacey Contois🪶🕯️😇🪽 (January 27, 1998 – May 14–15, 2022) was a member of the O-Chi-Chak-Ko-Sipi First Nation and lived in Winnipeg at the time. She was 24 years old and a mother of one.

Morgan Beatrice Harris🪶🕯️😇🪽 (1982 or 1983 – May 1, 2022) was a member of the Long Plain First Nation and lived in Winnipeg at the time. She was 39 years old.

Marcedes Myran🪶🕯️😇🪽 (November 9, 1995 – May 4, 2022) was a member of the Long Plain First Nation and lived in Winnipeg at the time. She was 26 years old and a mother of two. "She was such a a sweet loving girl." ~her grandma

Mashkode Bizhiki'ikwe/Buffalo Woman 🦬 🪶🕯️😇🪽 was an unidentified woman of possible indigenous descent. She was thought to be in her mid-20s and living in Winnipeg at the time (where the other 3 angels lived). She deserves to have her name back so she can fully rest in peace. She was also a daughter, a sister, a friend to the community. Buffalo Woman mattered just as much.

🥀All 4 ladies were staying at a homeless shelter. They were described as being loved and having precious lives. They deserve to be found and laid to rest. The families need their daughters bodies so they have closure and can properly say "until we meet again".🥀

Rest easy, angels. 💔

[misswarmnights]

Love and Care

Fandom: WWF/CWF Real People Fiction in Wrestling

Summary: Big John Studd has a stomach ache, but he can always rely on a caring friend to help him feel better. This is a pure fluff story with hurt/comfort and lots of tickles, of course.

Characters: Big John Studd and Barbara Clary

Word Count: 978

Note: Since many people may not know her, Barbara Clary was the lovely hostess from Championship Wrestling from Florida (CWF). She had a memorable interaction with Big John Studd, and they appeared to really like each other. I decided to write this cute, fluffy story about their friendship. NOT meant to be romance. He and Barbara are just friends. Rest in Peace to dear Big John Studd.🥀

Big John Studd had become friends with Barbara Clary and her husband. He came to visit them at their home in Florida while he was in town for wrestling business. He had to wrestle that evening, but he, Barbara, and her husband were going out to lunch together. He also became acquainted with their next-door neighbors. They had a gym in their basement, and so they let Studd exercise in the gym whenever he was in the neighborhood. He and Barbara planned to go out on a lunch date later on. His workout was long and strenuous. He exercised intensely, lifting heavy weights for hours. By the time he finished working out, his stomach was hurting badly. He had a sensitive stomach, and sometimes he became nauseous after strenuous workouts. He went to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. After losing his breakfast, he expected to feel better, but he still felt terrible.

Studd returned to Barbara’s house, holding his aching belly. Her husband was busy working in the yard.

“John, what’s wrong? Are you sick?” Barbara asked.

“It’s my stomach,” he groaned. “This happens sometimes when I work out too hard.”

“Oh no, come and lay down on the couch.”

Studd laid down on the couch, frowning, and holding his stomach. Barbara brought him a bucket to throw up in. Then she stayed beside him to comfort him.

“I’m sorry you have a tummy ache,” Barbara said. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“Don’t worry about me, Barbara. I’ll be fine,” Studd said, but he still looked sad and uncomfortable.

“Would you like some tea with ginger?” she asked. “That should help.”

Studd nodded. “Okay.”

Barbara went to the kitchen and prepared some hot tea with ginger. She brought him the tea.

“Here, drink this. It will make you feel better,” she said.

Studd sat up and accepted the cup. “Thanks.”

He began to slowly sip the hot tea. He wasn’t crazy about tea, but he gladly drank it. Anything to feel better. Barbara took off her shoes and sat beside him on the couch. It took a while, but he finished every last drop of tea.

Barbara put her hand on his large belly and rubbed it.

“How is your tummy?” she asked.

“It feels a little better. The tea helped.”

He put his arm around Barbara and held her close. Her head rested on his chest.

“You get tummy aches from working out?” she asked.

“Sometimes, yes, when I push myself too hard.”

“Why do you work out so hard?”

“I have to,” Studd said.

He could tell that Barbara didn’t quite understand, so he explained further.

“I need to be the biggest, strongest man in professional wrestling.”

Barbara nodded. “Oh, I see.”

She was concerned. She would never tell a wrestler what to do, but she just had to say something in this case.

“John, I hate to give you advice, but I think you should go easier on yourself.”

“You shouldn’t worry about me, honey.”

“I have to,” she said firmly.

They looked each other in the eye, and Barbara’s concern for him was clear. Studd was unaccustomed to getting advice from women, but something told him that he should listen to her.

“Take it easy next time, okay? Do it for me.”

“Well…okay.”

He kissed her on the top of the head and held her against his massive chest. They hugged for a moment. Thankfully, Studd’s nausea went away, and he felt like himself again.

“My tummy feels much happier now,” Studd said. He smiled and patted his stomach.

Barbara gave him a hug. “I’m so glad you feel better.”

“I’m getting kind of hungry,” Studd said. “Is it time for lunch yet?”

Barbara tickled his tummy to make him laugh.

“HAHAHAHA! HEY!” he laughed.

She smiled, knowing that some playful tickles were just what he needed to cheer him up completely.

“I’m ticklish!” he cried.

“I know you are,” Barbara chuckled as she continued tickling him.

He laughed and squirmed. The tickle treatment would always brighten his day.

She kept it up for a little bit longer and then stopped tickling him. Studd caught his breath.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Barbara.”

“Anytime, big guy.” She cuddled up to him.

It was lunchtime. Now that Studd was feeling better, they could go out on their lunch date. They both stood up and got ready to go. Barbara put her shoes on and then checked her purse to make sure that she had all of her belongings.

“Uh, Barbara?” Studd said in a soft, timid voice. “Could you do that again, please.”

“Do what?” she asked.

Studd blushed.

“Tickle my tummy,” he said.

Barbara smiled warmly. “Of course, Johnny. It would be my pleasure.”

She began tickling him again. He burst into laughter and fell back onto the couch, struggling and squirming happily.

“Awww. You like that, huh?” Barbara said sweetly. “Tickle, tickle, tickle…”

When Studd couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed her hands and gently pushed them away.

“No more,” he said weakly. There was a happy smile on his face as he caught his breath.

“You’re so cute,” Barbara giggled. “Just a big baby.”

“Barbara, please,” Studd said with embarrassment. “I’m not a baby.”

“Oh, of course not!” Barbara said, stroking his huge hand.

Then Studd’s tummy made a rumbling sound. Barbara smiled knowingly.

“I think somebody is hungry,” she said.

Studd nodded. “Can we go eat now?”

“Yes, sir. Just let me grab my things.”

Barbara brushed her long hair, got her purse, and she was ready to go. Barbara’s husband had just come back from gardening. After he had washed up, they all could finally go out for lunch. They let Barbara choose the place where they would go to eat. They enjoyed the rest of the afternoon together.

The End

[turnaboutyandere]

Spoilers for: AA3

TW: Kidnapping, manipulation, murder, obsession, possessive behavior, suicide.

[Franziska von Karma]

💙 Franziska feels stumped when she realizes her feelings for you. Her life-long goal of becoming a prosecutor and continuing her father’s legacy left little time for her to entertain the thought of a relationship, much less pursue one. Thus, she’s rather unsure about how to proceed.

💙 She tries to repress her feelings at first, as she often does. She keeps reminding herself that her duties as a prosecutor should always come first, and that she has no time to indulge a “silly crush”. Something so foolish should not take her focus away from her responsibilities.

💙 But it does, and quite often, too. Franziska finds herself thinking about you far more than she should. It seems you’re always lingering in the back of her mind, no matter the situation she’s in. It even comes to a point where she starts having dreams about you.

💙 When ignoring her feelings doesn’t work, she tries avoiding you. If you walk into a room she’s in, she’ll leave as quickly as possible. If someone brings you up in conversation, she’ll refuse to speak about you. And if she has to talk to you, she’ll act cold and standoffish.

💙 But seeing you waste your time around people who are beneath you, people who will try to taint your perfection, makes her blood boil. Can’t you see they’re not good enough for you? You should be spending your time with her, your equal and the only person who can truly appreciate all you have to offer.

💙 This is what finally pushes her to ask you out. She makes a promise to prove her worth to you, and to show you that she’s the only person worthy of calling themselves your partner. You two belong together, and she’ll make sure you understand that.

💙 While she may not have any prior romantic experience, that doesn’t stop her from doing her best to impress you. In fact, it only serves to fuel her determination. She’s always looking to one-up your exes’ previous attempts at wooing you, all to show how much better she is for you.

💙 Starting a relationship with you eases Franziska’s nerves for awhile, and she feels she can finally rest easy knowing you’re hers, that you’re finally where you belong, which is by her side. However, her peace of mind doesn’t last for long.

💙 As your relationship continues, she comes to realize just how badly she needs you in her life. She becomes paranoid about who you’re with when she’s not around to keep an eye on you. With some gentle prodding, she finally cracks and confesses what’s been troubling her.

💙 She suggests hiring a bodyguard to keep you safe when she can’t, and is absolutely baffled when you turn down her offer. No matter how much you reassure her that you can take care of yourself, she refuses to go down without a fight.

💙 After arguing back and forth on the matter, she reluctantly drops it. However, her worries only grow worse as time goes on, and she eventually hires a bodyguard to follow you around, without your consent or knowledge. She may even resort to gifting you a bugged accessory.

💙 If there’s someone in your life she disapproves of, she’s not above forging evidence to get them convicted. It’s something she feels very conflicted about, but she pushes those worries aside by reminding herself that it’s all for your sake.

💙 She’s a good liar, and manages to keep you in the dark about all of this for the most part. But if you ever find out about it and try to break up with her, she will kidnap you. Though there is some hesitation on her part, she assures herself that this is for the best.

[Dahlia Hawthorne]

🥀 At first, Dahlia sees you as nothing more than a plaything. She’s never really felt love towards anyone before, so these twisted feelings you’ve managed to stir up inside her are ones she doesn’t quite understand.

🥀 She practically treats you like a servant in the beginning stages of your relationship. She expects you to be at her beck and call, and help her with everything. It’s what a loving partner does, she always says, and you do love her, right?

🥀 However, things start to change when she notices just how much it bothers her to see you pay attention to anyone else. Be it a friend, family member or just an acquaintance, it doesn’t matter. Why would you spend your time with them when you could be spending it with her?

🥀 Along with her jealousy comes a rather stunning realization for her: she likes you, far more than she’d care to admit. And she’s willing to ruin the life of anyone who tries to come between you two.

🥀 From that day forward, Dahlia’s entire attitude towards your relationship changes. Suddenly, she’s holding your hand in public, and giving you little gifts, and telling you how much she loves you.

🥀 She becomes much more affectionate in public, all to send out a clear message: you belong to her. Peppering your face with kisses, playing with your hair, calling you cheesy pet names, the whole nine yards.

🥀 She also uses these little gestures of love as a way to manipulate you. On the rare occasion you two have an argument, she’ll always bring them up. Think of how sweet and caring she is. You shouldn’t be fighting against someone who cherishes you.

🥀 If that doesn’t work, she’ll most often resort to guilt-tripping. With fake tears in her eyes, she begins begging you not to leave. She’s so lonely without you. You’re the only person who loves her for who she is. How can abandon her when she loves you so much?

🥀 You always relent because you hate making her upset, which pleases her greatly. But that manipulation doesn’t go unnoticed by everyone, and Dahlia soon discovers that she’s going to have a problem with your meddling “loved ones”.

🥀 Her first solution is to try isolating you. By planting little seeds of doubt in your mind, she makes you start questioning the sincerity of the people in your life. When you come to her with your concerns, she quite happily suggests you cut contact with them. After all, she’s the only person you’ll ever need.

🥀 However, if she can’t convince you to cut them out of your life, she has no problem with getting rid of them herself. Their “disappearances” can never be traced back to her, of course. And you have no reason to suspect her. Why would you?

🥀 But if all of her efforts to keep you around are in vain, she won’t hesitate to kill you. You’re the first person Dahlia has ever come to care for, and she’ll be damned if she lets you leave, let alone let someone else have you. And she tells you as much just before attacking you.

🥀 Once she calms down, she takes a moment to take in the sight of your body, laying bloody and lifeless beneath her. A brief thought of what could have been crosses her mind as she sits there in complete silence. She knew this was going to happen eventually, but she didn’t expect it to be so soon. Oh well.

🥀 Her next actions come clearly to her. With one final kiss to your lips, she presses her blade to her neck, all while looking down at you with a lovesick smile. She’s made up her mind: if she can’t have you in life, she’ll simply have you in death.

[elgaravel]

heloooooo 🥀 for dem, 🏡 for valen, 📚 for helena, 🌙 for hakon, 🔥 for indigo, 👑 for kieran pweddy pwease

Demetria:

🥀 Has your OC ever been hurt by someone they love? Ever been betrayed? Abused? Attacked? Give me the angst! (if you’d like, write a short drabble about it!)

Yes <3. Specifically with that whole fiasco with her, Valkya, and Darien. She'll probably never really get over it bc she's like that. I think I actually started a drabble on that but idk if I ever finished it. I wouldn't say she's ever really been abused beyond her whole Coldharbour experience.

Valen:

🏡 Describe your OCs ideal house! Give us a tour around! What’s their garden like? Their bedroom? Kitchen? Where is it and how many people live there?

Ooo good question. She'd really love to live in Valenwood again someday. She likes Skyrim but she really loves the architecture and culture her homeland has to offer, plus she wants to show her daughter their culture. She'd love to have a big garden, though mostly for alchemical ingredients. I imagine her bedroom, which she would share with Kai, would be a little bit cluttered but still nice. I vaguely remember what the houses in Valenwood look like in ESO? So I imagine the whole vibe would be smth like that though maybe a bit more cozy.

Helena:

📚 If your OC was given some kind of forbidden knowledge, what would they do with it? Would they tell anyone? Use it for evil or good? How would it change their outlook on life, if at all?

I would say it depends on the knowledge but she'd definitely use it for her own personal gain. So for evil. It probably wouldn't directly benefit her to tell anyone, so she keeps her lips sealed. I wouldn't go as far to say it would change her outlook on life, unless it was genuinely some potentially world-changing shit, but it could potentially change the trajectory if that makes sense I guess.

Hakon:

🌙 If your OC could have one wish come true what would it be and why? Would there be consequences to this wish or would they regret it once they get what they want? What would they give in return for this wish to come true?

To be mortal. So not to die immediately like it would be for Demetria, but to just be mortal. He wants to be able to live the life he's always wanted. So he'd settle down, find a spouse, have/adopt some kids and live out the rest of his days in peace. I don't think this would have any real consequences, he wouldn't wish for it if it did. But he'd give pretty much anything for this, it's all he truly wants.

Indigo:

🔥 If your OC known for having temper tantrums? If not, what gets them really angry? What makes their blood BOIL? Is there anyway to calm them down or are they unstoppable? What are they like when they’re angry? Do they take it out on their loved ones?

Yes, oh my god. He's a pissbaby and with an explosive, hair trigger temper. So it's not hard to get him yelling and throwing shit over something seemingly minor. He just blows things up in his head and then the world seems to fall apart around him. It's hard to deal with. It's also difficult to calm him down because he tends to lose touch with reality, and telling him to calm down will only make it worse. He's kinda a dick in general but it's 10x worse during a rage episode, he's probably gonna say a bunch of awful shit he may or may not actually mean, throw or break anything he can get his hands on, and he might hurt himself if he's that upset. It's honestly better to just leave if you can.

Kieran:

👑 If your OC was made royal (or is royal) how would they use their power? Are they a good leader or bad? Do their subjects like them or is it ‘off with their head’? Do they enjoy being royal?

I think Kieran would be a decent leader. Not something to really put in the history books, but he'd have his shit together. He's detached enough to make hard decisions and live with them and morally upright enough to not leave his citizens in a cesspool. He wouldn't love it but his subjects would definitely respect him at least.

[making-me-some-lemonade]

🥀The Queen has passed...May she rest in peace...🙏😔

[yandereskies]

“They were created by the same person. I’ve never met them, but... if this.. thing.. starts creating problems, it’s going to be hard to stop. I’m hoping they will fine some sort of... peace. Not cause problems...” he trailed off. “Anyway- you guys can’t worry about it. You guys have other things to worry. Now- shall we go talk to the rest?” -🥀

Crystal seemed to sit in silence for a while, staring down at her feet before- "Oh! Maybe you can ask Inari to help you! She is a rather worshipped being with magical abilities! Maybe she can help you find out where this person is!" The light sure came back to her eyes fast- "Oh! This is perfect- i may have the opportunity to introduce you properly! Oh- and please dont be intimidated by Nozomi. She may be quite tall but she is only here to make sure we all are safe!" And with that she eagerly hops to her feet, almost having an optimistic glow around her as she offers Marvin a hand... huh...

[crushondonald]

I've just learned that Monty Python star Sir Michael Palin's beloved wife Helen Gibbons passed away last Tuesday, on 2 May 2023, only three days before his 80th birthday. As late as two and a half weeks ago, they celebrated their 57th wedding anniversary ... this is so sad; my thoughts are with Michael and his family! 😔💔

“Helen was the bedrock of my life. Her quietly wise judgment informed all my decisions and her humour and practical good sense was at the heart of our life together.”

... may she rest in peace 🥀🕊

[king-galaxius]

Condolences go out to Tyrese and his family. He lost his mom due to Corona. May she rest in peace.🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀💔 This is a really tough time.

Condolences go out to Tyrese and his family. He lost his mom due to Corona. May she rest in peace.🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀💔 This is a really tough time.

Condolences go out to Tyrese and his family. He lost his mom due to Corona. May she rest in peace.🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀💔 This is a really tough time. via: #probeatz